#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
listen, he said, you ever seen a b… bucket? no, I told him. well, what happens is that now and… will climb up on top of the others
red hair real she whirled it and she asked “is my ass still on?”
I took it home, opened the beer, got into bed and began. It started well. It was about how Janko had lived in small rooms and starved while trying to find a job. He had trouble with the...
I’m big I suppose that’s why my women alwa… small but this 6 foot goddess who deals in real estate
she’s not for you, man, she’s not your type, she’s erased she’s been used she’s got all the wrong
Joyce found a job with the county, the county Police Department, of all things. I was living with a cop! But at least it was during the day, which gave me a little rest from those fondl...
good weather is like good women— it doesn’t always happen and when it does
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
The next day was Saturday and Debra cooked us breakfast. “Are you coming antique hunting with us today?” We ate in silence for a while, then she said, “I liked your reading at The Lance...
the boys come up the boys climb up the brown pole as the waterheater gurgles in Spanish
“Get a seat for her, put her on the tab,” I told Marty. “All right. We’ll set her up. We’re S.R.O. We’ve had to turn away 150 and it’s 30 minutes before you go on.” “I want to introduce...
I have been hanging here headless for so long that the body has forgotten
drive to the beach at night in the winter and sit and look at the burned-dow… wonder why they just let it sit th… in the water.
Every night was about the same. I’d drive along the coast looking for a place to have dinner. I wanted an expensive place that wasn’t too crowded. I developed a nose for those places. I...
sitting with the professors we talk about Allen Tate and John Crow Ransom the rugs are clean and the coffeetables shine